My Life As A Stori

Bet you guys have been wondering what happened to me, huh?  Well, guess where I’ve been these past several days?  I’ve been dead - well, mostly dead.  No, not like in The Princess Bride sort of way, though I do highly recommend that movie!  See, Henry thought he had figured out a way to get me out of my mess and he tweaked with the machinery a little bit.  Unfortunately, the outcome was not what he expected and not only did his attempt not wake me up, but it shut down my ability to interact with anyone.  I pretty much had no brainwaves running except for the ones that control my normal bodily functions.  Needless to say, that created a huge panic in my house (or so I hear) since Henry wasn’t quite sure he could put things back to the way they were before he attempted his experiment.  It took him a few days, but he managed to pull it off (thanks, Henry!).  If I had had access to conscious thought, I would have had faith in him.  Next time, mom and dad, don’t panic so much - let Henry do his thing and if he screws up, he can fix it. 

Okay, moving on to my next topic: I heard I got an award for this blog while I was dead!  A lemonade stand, right?  I’ve informed my dad that he needs to post it on my blog page and I’ll be sure to follow the instructions that came with it.  In fact, that should be very interesting since I see words in motion picture.  I just hope dad picks some interesting blogs for me to read and add to the link list - you see this, dad?  Interesting blogs, none of that boring how-to-solve-a-math-problem stuff.  Braniac kid, remember?  I already know that stuff.

I guess I should give you a little more of my story as was promised before I vanished without a trace.  I was always curious what it would look like to actually be able to see what I was reading.  I mean, of course I could see it in my head, but to actually see it and experience it is every reader’s dream.  That’s why we always go to see the movies based on the books even though we know we’ll probably be disappointed - we just want that chance to put the mental images into, well, real vision.  Anyway, I had thought that accomplishing that goal was a fantasy until Henry finally created an invention that was sure to make him rich and famous (actually, it still could once he undoes what I did to it - so sorry Henry!!!).  He calls it the Dream Reader and it does just that - reads dreams.  To put it simply so everyone can understand, it reads the brainwaves that we use when we dream and interprets them into images.  It puts those images up on a screen exactly how the dreamer sees them in his or her head so others can view the dreams; and so the dreamer can see them, too, once he or she wakes up.  It was genius, really, and it could be used not only for recreational purposes (for those rich people that could afford it once it goes to market!) but especially for psychologists/psychiatrists in dealing with patients or just further study of how the human mind works.  It was in its final stages of testing when I got the dumb idea to fart around with it a little.  See, when Henry first showed me the plans to build this thing and went over the mechanics of it with me, my brain immediately sparked onto the idea of using it for my reading viewer goal.  Dreams are really just imaginery images, after all, so I thought I could use the same idea to process images that we see while we’re awake - namely the stronger imaginary images we produce either while pretending as children or, for those of us that don’t play pretend anymore, the ones we create while reading.  Henry didn’t actually know I was working on my little project on the side while helping him with the Dream Reader.  I had wanted to surprise him, to show him how else his invention could be used.  That was where my cockiness screwed me - I actually thought I could do this thing by myself.  Had I asked Henry for help in the first place, it probably would have been fine…

And this is getting too long, once again.  Readers, tune in next time for Stori’s Wacky World of Stories!  I should be able to finish this recount of my screw-up tomorrow, granted nothing else bad happens…  

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